And in the end,Begins the wind.Caress the earth.Darken the skies.Every time I lookFrom inside my eyesGreat clouds loom above me.Hollow, puffy, they return my gaze.I swallow.Just look!Kill the air with eye-swords.Laugh the pain, all the while.Many moons later, I reflect.Needless to say, I open the past.Onwards! The past to doors of beforePermits what perhaps should not be permitted.Quivering, I venture forth,Reckoning the earth to be my guide.Sadly, in the end, begins the wind.Torn apart like the skies.Under the skies begins the rain.Vast forever empty space.Weather changes satellite dishes.X-ray my mind, freeze my lonesome heart.You never know that in the end,Zero roads are crossed, begins the wind.

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